"Sure," stalls Bucky, trying to think how to begin while still being a - how had the other man put it? A 'merry companion'. He takes a moment to study the planks in front of him, then shifts to the other side of the bow.

"Well, a couple of years back, after I, uh, got out of what I was doing," he starts, "I spent some time trying to stay out of sight, because I didn't want to get any of my former friends in trouble. Turns out there was someone out there who had other ideas, and caused some trouble of his own, framing me for it."